"Hell!" the platoon commander leaned against the wall to stabilize his body, and the vibration of the ground under his feet quickly dissipated, and he took advantage of the chaos to take a look at the building that had been hit by the shell in the distance.

The corner of the roof of the three-story building had completely collapsed, and the broken slabs were littered with the bodies of several Soviet soldiers. Unfortunately, the German shell did not hit where it should have been, and the Soviet gun was on the other side of the building, far from the place where it collapsed.

"Boom!" the invisible Soviet cannon did not lose its combat effectiveness from this failed attack, and it opened fire again, and the sound was somewhat eerie and deafening. It was clearly not a 76 mm caliber anti-tank gun, which was common in the Caucasus theater of operations, but a larger and more powerful cannon.

"God! I'm Arthur! You didn't hit that Soviet cannon! It's still firing! It's still firing!" The company commander held a walkie-talkie and shouted loudly to the battalion headquarters, he scolded twice and then turned off the radio, and then shouted an order to the platoon commander next to him: "Take your people, get as close as possible to that Soviet cannon!" force it to stop firing, or change its position!"

"Yes, sir!" the platoon commander leaning against the wall nodded, and then gave orders to his men to continue the attack, and the few soldiers who had just crossed the wall here had already expanded their defensive positions over there, and a carriage abandoned on the abandoned railroad tracks covered their offensive route well.

The soldiers opened fire desperately with their weapons in an attempt to suppress the Soviets on the opposite side, while others began to rush over the crumbling low wall to expand the positions occupied by the Germans in the small station. They were obviously more disciplined than the Soviet troops opposite, so it only took a few minutes to approach the Soviet positions.

"Oh my God. It wasn't an anti-tank gun, it was a tank! A Stalin tank that came from nowhere!" Finally, after killing four Soviet soldiers in the foxhole, several German soldiers jumped into the crater blown up by shells or bombs, and saw the Soviet weapon hidden on the side of the building from a closer angle.

The two men saw the Soviet heavy weapons parked on the side of the building's wall, which looked very wide with tracks and the tail of the hull, so that the German infantrymen who were familiar with Soviet weapons and equipment immediately judged the identity of the other party. A bigger butt than the T-34 tank, with some falling rubble on it.

A German veteran shrank back to the bottom of the crater and looked back in the direction of his own man. His left hand pressed on the back of his right hand and made a gesture to the person behind him, which meant an enemy tank, a very concise meaning.

"Damn!" the platoon commander saw the gesture of his own man in the crater, retreated from the side to the wall, and shouted to Company Commander Arthur who was waiting there: "That's not an anti-tank gun, it's a tank! Damn! It's a Soviet tank!"

"Tanks, oh my God, how can there be tanks in a place like this. The company commander was obviously shocked by the news. So he hurriedly reported his opinion, and when he reported it, he added the basic judgment of the other German soldiers: "I'm Arthur! Yes! It's Arthur from a company! The one I just talked to you with! I'm on the front line! This is the loudest voice I can shout! Bastard! That's a Soviet tank! Soviet tank! I'll say it again! Soviet tank! A Soviet tank suspected to be Stalin's!"

As he shouted these words, a German anti-tank infantryman, with the help of his partner, had already stuffed a rocket into the launch tube of the Iron Fist anti-tank bazooka. They were very skilled, and the whole process only took a dozen seconds.

"Target! Right on the side of the building in front of you!" saw that guy?" a kneeling German soldier pointed to the position of the enemy tank with a gun in one hand.

"Iron Fist Rocket!" As the fire was fired, the surrounding soldiers loudly reminded the people around them to pay attention to the smoke from the eruption of the rocket. With a thud, the rocket flew into the distance, and at the corner of the building a hundred and ten meters away, it hit the thick brick structure.

In an instant, the dust of the explosion spread, and the German troops once again took advantage of the explosion to advance a distance of several meters. Several German soldiers threw grenades, and the loud explosion immediately silenced the Soviet heavy machine gun position, which had been firing incessantly.

"Attack, attack, run, keep your head down!" The platoon commander immediately took his weapon and began to charge forward, and beside him, most of the German troops jumped up from their hiding place, and ran to the defensive positions of the Soviet defenders with the order to charge.

They jumped over the platforms, over the sandbags that had been riddled with holes in the bullets, and into the defensive positions of the Soviet defenders. It was littered with Soviet corpses lying on the ground, as well as some Soviet soldiers who had not had time to recover from the shock of the explosion.

Before the other party struggled to sit up, the German soldiers pulled the trigger in their hands, and there were bullets flying everywhere. They opened fire on all the people in Soviet uniforms they could see, dead or alive.

The German platoon commander rushed through the modified crater halfway through the road with his rifle and jumped into the fortifications on the Soviet platform, surrounded by improvised defensive positions set up by several German soldiers, and there were no living Soviet soldiers around.

The Makqin heavy machine gun slanted to the side, and there were several Soviet soldiers nearby who had been killed by grenades. They were covered in blood, including the body of a Soviet officer in the costume of a Soviet officer. The Germans were rapidly expanding their breach along the fortified bunkers, and most of the Soviet defenders did not realize that their flanks had been broken by the Germans.

Many Soviet soldiers were still firing at the Germans in front of them, not even noticing that the Germans on their flanks had jumped into the trenches. Although some people saw it, they could not stop the German troops from continuing to advance - these German troops were too heavy in firepower and had higher combat effectiveness, so local counterattacks could not be effective at all, and could only slightly slow down the advance of the other side.

"On the flanks, there are Germans on the flanks!" a Soviet soldier shouted to his companions behind the bunker of a frontal machine gun, some of whom turned their guns and began to shoot at the Germans, while others remained indifferent and fired at the front, because the Germans in the front were also at a more dangerous distance.

Soon there were casualties on the German side, and several soldiers were hit by Soviet gunmen during the attack, and fell in a pool of blood and never moved again. The remaining Germans were forced to stop their rapid attacks, leaned on the sides of the bunkers, and opened heavy fire in the direction of the Soviet troops.

At this time, the second anti-tank rocket of the German army was fired, this time the fire was closer and the angle was better. So the rocket hit the Soviet tank hiding on the flank of the ruins, but it didn't seem to do any real damage to the Soviet tank.

Its position was continuously hit by the enemy, which also aroused the alarm of this Soviet tank, and it was obvious that this behemoth was also a treasure on the side of the Soviet army, so at this time it finally began to move its huge body, ready to change its position to avoid the German shells.

After a puff of black smoke, the Soviet tank began to move backwards slowly, its tracks crushing over the rubble and rubble on the ground, and the hull finally revealed to the German soldiers on the flanks from the side of the building. This is not a Stalin tank, but a SU-122 self-propelled gun.

On the chassis of the Stalin tank, a closed box-type fixed fighting compartment was welded, on which a 122 mm caliber gun was mounted. This thing saves a lot of raw materials compared to Stalin's tank, and also saves production time, and is now the ultimate equipment for emergency use by the Soviet armored forces. Of course, this thing is very valuable and rarely appears outside of Moscow and Kursk.

"It's not Stalin! it's a tank we haven't seen before!" a German soldier shouted at the soldiers next to him, glancing at the moving Soviet "tank." This SU-122 did cause a little panic to the German infantry, because they had never seen a big guy like this after all.

The position of the SU-122 was very good, so the Germans did not discover its position for a while, but the self-propelled gun began to move, and the German tanks immediately discovered the position. A shell hit the front armor plate of the Soviet self-propelled gun, but it was bounced to the side.

Due to the need to camouflage and strengthen the frontal defense of the hull, the Stalin's frontal armor was hung with many sandbags, which strengthened its defenses a little, at least the first German shell did not penetrate its armor.

"Stop it from turning around! or we'll be in danger!" shouted the German flank platoon commander who had just arrived nearby, pointing to the Soviet SU-122 self-propelled gun that was constantly moving and ready to turn, and shouted to his anti-tank team. Apparently his men also saw the seriousness of the problem and were reloading the bazookas, preparing to give the enemy tank another shot.

After a brief moment of aiming, the shooter picked up the bazooka and pointed it at a target not far away. Then he activated the launch switch, and after a loud bang, a rocket rushed towards his target with a puff of white smoke.